My Halloween mix this year, inspired by those late-afternoon-bleeding-into-night dayz my brother and I would spend sulking in a corner waiting for our single mom (holla) to finish up her shift.
Starved for some one-on-one time with AOL, the latest Digimon cartoon and a third Lunchables, we'd get pretty antsy, frustrated and straight-up-now-tell-me WEIRDED OUT by all the homegurls in there $pending their estrogen and energies on what we considered to be a place that in our eyes looked like Halloween all day errrrrday. Didn't they know there was a GameStop next to the food court? Or that place where you could embroider your name on any baseball cap you wanted? No, girls knew about something far more abstract and mysterious (~~sexuality~~~) and they were painting it on their nails and lips AND FACES like masks! AAAAH!!
Look, I don't know what MAC is like or represents today, but in the '90s, it seemed to mean a combination of Tower Records' "alternative" section, wearing all black, being CrazySexyConfident, believing someone like Ru Paul deserves equal rights and girls at school thinking it was insanely cool your mom worked there. Put all that together, add it to one of their spiral-y window displays, and it made MAC a truly terrifying place for two boys who couldn't point out a pituitary gland on a diagram if the lives of their own kids they were raising at the time (Sea-Monkeys) depended on it.
Obviously this clash is pretty funny and unusual, but in retrospect, possibly a reward in smokey eye disguise: I don't think my brother and I were ever "afraid" of girls at the age we were "supposed" to be. It was like we Aeon Flux-style infiltrated a recess where we were surrounded by them 24/7, so by the time our Dragon Ball Zs dropped we weren't 100% fazed. That we eventually started calling makeup "cosmetics" and knew the difference between Bobby Brown and Bobbi Brown, however, was pretty scary, though.
If I had the ability to read all 3 simultaneously, my public library knows I would, except I can't even walk and slip on a jacket effortlessly at the same time, so let's not count on it.
The Marriage Plot by Jeffrey Eugenides
Because it takes place in the late '70s/early '80s, at a small liberal arts college so it'll probably have funny parts, pays special interest to female characters (who Eugenides has a keen talent for, I think), which means I probably have a friend who'll be similar to the main character, so I can throw it at her when I finish reading it and say, "DIS CHICK IS SO U!"
Footnotes: I don't know how to explain how good Middlesex is besides saying it's a book that was just...everything. Virgin Suicides was also good, and the movie is basically a study in how every book should be adapted into a movie. (HBO, I could see a Middlesex adaptation working. But only if it were a mini-series on your station shot by Sofia Coppola starring whoever our generation's Hilary Swank is.) I feel like I read that this New Yorker piece is an excerpt from his upcoming book (main character shares the same name), but I could be wrong (in that it's not a "final excerpt" but a "in-progress draft" possibly).
Released: 27 days from right now
Blue Nights by Joan Didion
Because it's about death and aging, and I also have a fear of death and aging, but Didion has a way of making you feel less afraid, though not necessarily hopeful, since that's equally fleeting, but not reliable, which her writing strives to be, just rational and at ease, like clear, so she's basically cheaper than therapy
Footnotes: b/w photographs of Joan Didion, on blogging she says, "It makes me uncomfortable. It's an entirely different impulse, I guess. It's like talking," which might be my favorite quote of 2010, so that said #FF this fake @JoanDidion Twitter account
Released: 48 days from right now
The Visible Man by Chuck Klosterman
Because though his debut novel Downtown Owl was slightly underwhelming, we're forgiving because it was his first and he's Chuck Klosterman and now that Friday Nights Light is off the air, they could make that into a TV show and it would be just as primetime good, but this book sounds more ambitious and Charlie Kaufman/Vonnegut-like, it's probably already being optioned by Charlie Sheen
Released: 41 days from right now
New Garage Explosion!!: In Love With Times is a documentary on todaze garage rock/pop scene in the US of A, that to my knowledge isn't "released" yet. Nobunny, Ty Segall, Hunx and His Punx, Girls, Jay Reatard (RIP), Black Lips + many more from your "hair dyeing/shaving" playlist get some ample talking head/stage time in this fairly low key movie that I'd like point out is embedded above at 1 hr 14 min & 53 sec because it's not a trailer – it's the whole damn thing! So to all my readers (??) who are just starting the grind of a new school year this week, skip class and watch this instead. 'Cause that's tuh-otally punk roc2k11.